Autumn sunshine thru the wards - the smell of potatoes - there are quiet figures in beds, or sitting by - often bent over, sometimes in positions that look awkward - stilled as if frozen partway thru movement - we're a little shaken - a woman Lo worked with was in a state of confusion about who was or was not a relative - asking Lo several times if she was related - then as we left the ward we heard her shrieking in the toilet, viciously interrogating a nurse: "Are you my relative? Where are my relatives? ANSWER ME GIRL." - we're not sure if our conversation has set off this anger - are we doing good, or making mischief?
Illustration © 2008 Lois Blackburn www.loisblackburn.co.uk
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